Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
THE WATCHERS They gathered out of sight, Between the dark and light, No faces could be seen, Just colours in between. The purple ones stood near, As if they sensed my fear, The yellow ones were small, Yet seemed to know it all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE GATHERING Neuro Art Pic by Marie381Uk They gathered without a sound, Bright strangers on the ground, Each carried something strange, A colour born from change.
Swan Song - Every word comes out Tarred and feathered, choking fear Regret lifts my wings Whiter Shade of Pale - Basking in the light Frightful of the world’s blank stage Mercury stained face
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Find yourself, they say Realise you're the problem Then life complicates * Thanks for reading! This is inspired by Alyson Smith's challenge of writing a haiku a day for 50 days inspired by songs and lyrics that are special to her.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
THE DAY MY HANDBAG SPOKE I heard a little voice. Come from my handbag zip. I stopped right where I stood. And nearly lost my grip.
It's too damn quiet in the public library I think to myself Alone Surrounded by red felt walls On this island table surrounded by too many books to read
By Parsley Rose about a month ago in Poets
Seesaw Mary Daw Two people swing the saw Back and fourth a set pace Never gaining a raise for pay Miss Muppet on a tuffet high
By Seashell Harpspring about a month ago in Poets
She looks each person in their eyes and smiles In hopes they don't see her nervousness She introduces her self And explain everything
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
Should I depart early and should my absence be felt, know this, dear feeling one: there are steps to a place where I will yet always be.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a month ago in Poets
Derriere out, triumphant arms Come with me, that’s right, Up to the heights Stay behind me, I’ll be first Venetian Red crepe
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
layered in layers of laminated love, I linger beneath the landlocked clouds above. Peeling them back has been painlessly painful,
By Kale Sinclairabout a month ago in Poets
Did my best I made you happy All these years you cheated still…. Wear my hats you thought was Dappy I’m not shotting It was dill….
By Haychie_Artistabout a month ago in Poets
